Orogeny

Distant, but the recollection grows many miles, but closer still the memory Grey shadows lurking that sweep and carve through moonlit night Now fall in my semi-conscious panged regression Ravenous jaws agape-claws protrude the sward Denizens of the forest baring teeth and snarl Starving eyes aglow, piercing through thickening mist to see the game at bay Watching the gate, in wait like prey For broken stillness from the shaded thick Since witnessing the infants slain Watching from a distance in helpless horror far away Side by side, unhallowed stride Ten thousand miles wide Though hunger burns in all things, it's conquest burning these Apologies dead for drive Fleeing the scene, fleeing the scene, I could hear them sing With dead breath of relished flesh, we serenade the night With scabbed claw we deadly aggressors stalk the land in search of more No one at all escapes this plague, this decimation Running till death, set free, roaming-no one will stop it Moving from town through country viciously to the next Our town, now I'm found surrounded As if on command-a snarl, a twitch-they frenzy flood for early pick Reserve an inch, an arm, the head, secure a claw hold, tooth niche Blood squirts and drips black oozing slicks from skull born holes to licking, lapping lips Shredded skin unzipped, sacks of organs spill The sickening sound of crunching, breaking ribs Crawl helpless child, mutilated and disfigured Dismantled in an instant, landscapes are re-carved Buried under bodies, left in a decomposing field to rot I lie awake, though strength is drained as pooling blood collects near severed limbs And visions stain my wounded brain of the horror brought when the wolves came into town Fatigue, like flocks of ravens, dispels-replaced by fear Wailing howls fill the sky Fleeing the scene, fleeing the scene, I could hear them sing With dead breath of relished flesh, we serenade the night With scabbed claw we deadly aggressors stalk the land in search of more Where prey is found, I will be found Alarming numbers howling the sound The dead breath serenade We stalk the land in search of more

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Those who can fly: scream into airy whips Embrace and forever crave Beating wings retire tired legs Those of infant wing unresolved: you fly with audacity and eagle grin A raptor tears through worried skies Feared king of the scape The clouds and stars you'll own Your blue-black throne It happened again The thing that artists seek and know was birthed in weak-willed blood Trapped ability, a miscarriage to would-be gods who bleed out their chance in hell There is deficient distribution Tipped, hard scale In the 'have' versus the 'want' and the 'do' Tipped hard, hard scale Those who can sing: blister listener ears loud and drown the arias of golden choruses, a thousand pieces Hoarse angels, by your sonnance, shriek boorishly It happened again Chameleon changed disguise again and wriggled away so suddenly, who is to blame? Abandoner, inherent by birth? Or by hopeful, blind naivety, abandonees? Sing up to shake worlds With lungs that hold the sky Don't let deterring forces gnarl and brood Robbing us and you Us and you A throat does dry Still, mute, dead We mourn the tragic disposal, a gift at impossible odds Left is brazen, wolfish, hunger here Kill! But now the pain of draining debts unpaid still Severance, letting lives grow crooked and free like branches on the sunless tree Time will...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Ravens signal the worst Twisted neck on the fallen horse With eyes picked out and guts all strewn about Frosted white and red beaded mane Steadily the hunter plans his next move Final fire, low supplies Moose broth boils as calloused hands weave snowshoes Webs of willow and hide Evening is falling again The marbled sky, now blizzardous, looms Must navigate fifty miles Plod when woken by dawn Through the silver flake, glistening tundra to where the undergrowth dare not to grow Trudge you sullen victim of circumstance across the snow My freezing winds blast ghastly and brash And moan unlivable Step and sink, climb out, next foot again Trade two hours for a mile Past the trees into the barrens Rolling hills, the white plateau Beating wind, burying, demoralize Seven days, halfway home, impossible Rest you beaten down damned unfortunate in these porcelain plains Feel my strangling icy hands that seize for millennia When the black night sky is lit and comes alive i trust you will die I trust you will die alone The stars and northern lights are laughing at me! No you pale-faced winter lord, you wont bury me dead Your snow halts my pace, your wind burns my face, starvation loosens my fist But you great invincible with contemptuous grin As slow blood lurks within these stubborn veins you'll have no dead Legs revive from your numb, crippled fold-stand! Stagger determined! Back track to river camp There dry twigs score the floor Tinder under the trees So a fire can thaw and calm me Deliverance, the roar You've purple stumps for hands, defeated feet are tired My hands and feet are able, you've only miles-trudge!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

The plates awoke today Deep below elysian fields They battle grind and seismic yields explode And seethe and shake the earth A deafening Ten million trampling hooves beneath us Where wrinkled streets upheave and hiss, split-wounded Here vintage brick lay ruined swayed Fury egregious And twisting houses crack and wheeze Which one is yours? Loosened abruptly, the massive foundation liquidly slides out from the rooting under town And tugs lares and penates to the swallowing pit-mouth and eager belly of the bay where they drown Which are yours? Possessor, which things are yours? A sea colossus, a towering crestless wall now howls Inhales and reverses the tide, and lifts high his brow in launch Feared harbor wave Black shadow lays where men still brave the dock So near the crushing ocean rage Timber spearks fly like splintered wind-blown needle seeds The men on dock disperse like salt thrown And disappear, in half-drown or sudden slaughter Riding with debris, ripping through the streets entombed in tearing murky claws Claws! As ripples calm assorted bloated corpses breach Possessor, which one is yours? How dirtied your eyes Sunken stare Gloss eye dread Now sleep in fields elysian Calm now, dead

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

Wave, grow, spray, blow, grey sail I come from continents, in searching I mariner A sea beckons, a taunting wind in cyclonic spin Wrath of ocean open Wave, rogue, spray, grow, grey sail I come from continents, insolent I mariner With prowling prow and viscous scowl Sail into the heart of an immense darkness Deliver us from the lightning Infernally doomed Anticipating the storm Infinite cycle, forever changing form Sail on The sea rises in huge darkened mountains And your will and your body exposed And call out darkened sun, weathered one, come take me now! Feel its presence, the calling Unstable-minded and forever going Madness, the false giver of hope, slowly sets in Cheers to ye, the sweet memory of a final thalassocracy Through fog came, soaring Great sea bird, burdensome Now hung around my neck Albatross As sea rises in huge darkened mountains And your will and your body exposed And call out darkened sun, weathered one, come take me now! Steep slope, leads to foundations that lay bare A hammering sea that cripples Sharp peaks, rise further than the troughs fall below it Sea is mine She is mine Further sink down Forgotten, drowned Forgotten

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Kodiak king Gold shining technicolor Thing of admiration Obtain the boon of monomyths Awake from winter sleep Take in, forest deep Aimed rifle Bobbing crosshairs float and hone Moving shadow that follows slowly Bear god, grizzly All creatures by your paw Mount the head Adorned wall Blood can spruce the tamest halls Bloody path, chase has taken place With knife in hand plow through the vast green maze Obtain the boon of monomyths Grow, gain, return and educate Hallucination from starvation Sunk in miles of forest Inching deeper in Move in slow, so goddamn slowly Look through old eyes, black forest grave In larval stride, enter the cave Awake from winter sleep, emerge forest deep Wake up, take stand, welcome the winds of change Moth wing beating Emerge, embrace through the darkness Bone and claw Man to bear

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Six months of joy, months of pain Divided trials united A new exalting woe Pile on top of the rest Feel the stinging, whirling winds of analysis The crippling strain of blame and self-critique, self-abuse and wasted days I'm tired of trying to mend old bones Pile on top of the rest of shit, collecting There is a time, a window, where there is time for medicating Can't lose sight of importance And when we swallow claws may we remember the snake who swallows whole to be revived See what it means to starve and hurt for To volunteer war To realize and taste what you long for Six months of pain, profiting Behold with no derision Much stronger, we bereaved Sit atop all the rest To live your chosen way it seems to mean to bury the coffins of other loves There was a funeral in me with others in attendance By way of old devices i emerged in harmony Sit atop all the rest of those untested There is a time, a window, where there is time for medicating Can't lose sight of importance And when we swallow claws may we remember the snake who swallows whole to be revived See what it means to starve and hurt for To volunteer war To realize and taste what you long for To realize and taste what you long for I have become further from fear of bereavement I have become further from fear of bereavement I have become further from fear of bereavement I have become further from fear

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

It comes from the ground The peeled and crumbling crust reveals what stirs profound Monolith bound It comes from the clash Cephalic continents collide Churning the mixed mind-brew anew Monolith bound Progeny rumbles in the earth Maternal amniotic girth Vertical, inch by inch the birth Majesty from the mud and the dirt It comes from the past Strange gift of time Old plains erode to emptiness Now opportune to toil till the soil exhumes Churning the mixed mind-brew anew Monolith bound, grow! Progeny rumbles in the earth We heave to see as it to breathe Vertical, inch by inch the birth Majesty from the mud and the dirt Germinate at dawn and grow past dusk exhaustion An era comes to an end End of excuse and all its many masks An end of counting days in self-prophetic confidence A new era of orogeny Where high above the docile clay Mundane, uninspired, regurgitate There stands a bold intrusion tall A bastion erect, growing and mountainous Granite chariot to ride as it grows Shrine A faceless idol in the highest summit walls And houses sit in craggily caves A residence of introspection for those who climb Unsatisfied above the birds, wanting instead to be among the stars Build on Build on

Bold blaze Green haze Snake through depths of sky Shrine ghostly Caper and twist Dance to gild the dark, cold, austere night

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025